As I stood there on that lazy summer day

the world tilted with the sun

hawthorn privet

plantain, wild orchids

all a palette of play

on the raggedy downs.

I clambered down the bank

into the pit of chalk where gobbets lay

strewn,

puddled after recent rain.

Looking up I could see the perimeter fringed

the plunge down where the sculpture of effort

had scal...

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